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Monday, July 19, 2004

Genesis of the last poem

That last poem came from a performance of that Argento piece by the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra, during which, an elderly woman was carried out by paramedics. The audience saw the whole event, as did the orchestra members. The only person unaware of what was happening was the maestro. The musicians carried on, despite their stricken looks, and the piece ended beautifully. I found out after, that the women had actually died in her seat, and that she was the mother of one of my fellow singers in the philharmonic chorus. I've heard of one other time that this happened since that incident. What better place to die than in the arms of a symphony orchestra?